Long Bonfire Poems
Long Bonfire Poems. Below are the most popular long Bonfire by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Bonfire poems by poem length and keyword.
Brighter than a fall bonfire, but with the chill of ice,
the Winter sun haloes the gray and barren woodland,
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a fluorescent pulse,
brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings--
to the horizon.
How it hurt my eyes.
Thin skinned, the lids tinge orange, the white of sol merging:
trunks, boughs, branches, twigs, welt the dusk--
rouging the line between, blooding the virgin night.
Pricked, the brain pulses in tune, unable to look away.
How it hurt my mind.
Splayed fingers block, the sharpened spears of screaming fright.
The Winter sun, indexed, palmed, scratches, the face of I.
Within a lightless room a pall hides blue veins, near comatose,
brazen: the light, the light-- I sigh, until shades and stars arrive.
How life and death both hurt.
art by JulieG350
First Published by Dual Coast Magazine Issue 1 - 2014
There are going to be incursions, invasions,
military and terrorist strikes,
we look to the future, yet nobody can see
beyond tomorrow.
Earth and ash confirm
that there is a spiritual fire
in the heart of any battle
at the heart of all life and death,
The world has always been on fire
even without the aid of mankind.
What we see as reality
are those flames shaping all appearance.
If war comes
just know,
that conflagration
is a daisy flower blooming,
Combustion is nourishment,
it is we that burn up those calories.
Feu de joie, lamps and beacons
the small flame of a viper,
see how the grass it passes though
is green with an internal fire?
The bonfire is within and without.
see this, and you will not be
afraid
no matter how hot
a gun barrel gets.
Servant Heart
In a world of gloomy places
When my foolish heart would take an axe
To the Tree of Life,
Dig up its roots, drain the River,
Make a bonfire of the leaves
With healing for the nations,
Joy on springs
Offers me a servant heart,
Living in the presence of eternal bounty,
That in its deepest olive garden hour
Knows its need for God
Offers not submission but transcendent ambassador
Sent on God’s mission
When hope breeds joy
Bursting from primitive silence -
Eloping into divine verse -
Like a tap root sent deep into blind depths,
Deaf to the reveries of benediction
Taking credit for Heaven’s grace,
My simpleminded heart feeds on manna
To tend the Tree of Life
Born again,
To feed its roots in the mortal wilderness
Wash soiled and weary feet in the River
Make a balm with leaves for healing of the nations
From a servant heart planted in the jewel of ecstasy.
5-5-22
Contest: Brian Strand Premiere
Sponsor: Brian Strand
November breezes in with style
Autumn zephyr carries a smile
Multihued leaves, they float around
Before dancing down to the ground
Hope flames high on smoky bonfire
Melting out hatred's dark desire
November dreams make it worthwhile
Autumn rakes up the leaves that pile
Gold and bronze and russet abound
Chromatic colours sure astound
Love burns in our humble heart's pyre
Kindling faith when we most require
November knows Winter's hostile
Therefore it lets Autumn compile
Various patterns on leaf mound
Dazzling the eyes, while we're spellbound
Life plays under God, the dyer
Before ceding to snowy mire.
10.29.2020
Checked with www.howmanysyllables.com
For William Kekaula's "Lay November" contest
Her name was Clarice; she was my best friend at summer camp
This was a Bible camp, so there was a lot of praying and singing
We thought some of the other girls were hilarious
At twelve they were wearing lipstick and talking about boys
Clarice was redheaded, with a zillion freckles
I always thought I had a lot of them until I met her
We resolved to be besties forever
I think we sent three letters back and forth after camp
But for one week we were such great friends
Competitors too, trying to memorize the most Bible verses
I still remember how our eyes would catch and we would laugh
For no reason at all, and for every reason
Clarice and I sat at the bonfire the night before we went home
Whispering silly things to each other, laughing at the others
Because they wanted to be grown-ups
Even then, we knew we still wanted to be children
Where Stars Collide and Shine Ablaze
and Passions stir where Fires Rage,
where Eternal Treasures Oscillate
and Philosopher Stones shine like a Solar Sage,
where Exotic Gems pulsate from Deep Within
and Glow like Wildfires with Wild Flames,
where Embers Uproar in a Blaze Of Glory
and Ascend towards Legendary,
and Eyes Glisten with Celestial Luminosity
Vanquishing the Lesser with Heavenly Aristocracy,
Pulsating Heaps Of Light like Sun Beams
and Chakras Ignite like Solar Bolts Of Lightning,
and a Triune of Mind, Body, Spirit Resurrect
and Blitz Forth like Chariots,
where Souls Ignite and Scintillate
there, the Heart that burns with Bonfire Faith
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
. . . nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s
Midst kaleidoscopic radiance
Inviting wondrous soul-searching pursuit
Cheering sincere hearts with forgiveness’ glow
While drawing blissful worshippers to the Sovereign …
The bonfire has witnessed our consecration-fall to the Almighty.
Beholding changes in life’s seasons
Along spiritual transformation through faith
Encountered by believers of the Saviour and Lord…
The bonfire has heard triumphant grateful testimonies
On how we did fall in love with Christ Jesus Who first loved us.
Around bonfire for service commitment
Huddled God’s servants pleading for revival…
There we were, falling freely in earnest prayer-quest
Trusting the Divine Providence to answer by His mercy and grace
Since He does wondrous* deeds, displaying such in our “Autumnless” country.
*Psalm 86:10 For thou art great, and doest wondrous things: thou art God alone.
September 20, 2022
‘Twas the night before Christmas and we’re thrilled
That in our reunion we would be filled
With blessings of family-love and cheer
Midst fellowship around those we hold dear.
Caring warmth exceeded blazing bonfire
As no one among us would like to retire
While hearing testimonies of hope’s best
Exuding from hearts’ compassionate zest.
With carol’s reverberating delight
Our praises reigned toward heavenly flight
Feasting upon the treasures of God’s grace*
To share with others along goodness-brace.
Thrilled were we with remarks of gratitude
Propelled by faith and kindness’ fortitude
Indeed experienced always by our pets
Joining us in our glad video vignettes.
*Romans 3:24 Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.
December 10, 2024
3rd place, "The Night Before - 4" Christmas Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/21/2024
‘Florida, the land of a thousand summers. ‘
Every May the feeling comes back. I want an endless summer vacation. A stupendous hang with friends who are more like family. Traveling to new places we’ll explore our small town and beyond without a care. Together indulging in a joyride that ends asleep on the beach. We build bonds that time will never sever throwing memories to eternally burn alive in a bonfire. Waking halfway to Orlando the land of magic and dreams, we snack on whatever is leftover from the night before. Soul fed on the music of Key West we sleep soundly until we do it all again in the heat of October.
Sunshine state hijinks;
Burnt calendar doesn’t stop
elevated heat.